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Woo Woo Eyo man, I feel like I've been humble too long I'm too humble, man Fuck all that humble shit Uh, fuck being humble Put your money where your mouth is Matter fact, make it double Blue strips by the bundle Foreign cars in the huddle Baby, I just wanna fuck you Grabbin' on your bubble, pulling on your frontal then it's back to the hustle Fuck bein' humble Blue strips by the bundle Pinky ring out the puddle Hot sauce on the Ruffles Gang gang out the jungle .30 Glock, we a couple More money, more trouble Cake on funnel, vision on tunnel Gotta get it by any means Barely hope but got plenty of dreams Turtle to a rabbit Even when I walk, still in the lead SongtexteYou lil' niggas better take it ease Treatin' life like baby boy Give her head then I take the keys Bend the block like she bend her knees My presence speak for me, I ain't even gotta say a word My hitters sweep for me, all I gotta do is say the word Used to hustle out the Chevy Cruze, couldn't play the curb The game will teach you a lot but you gotta play to learn Paper cuts when I count it up Skyscrapers when I pile it up Double cup when I brown it up I'm a Kween nigga, crown me up I'm a Kween nigga, crown me up I'm a Kween nigga, crown me up I'm a Kween nigga, crown me up Fuck being humble Put your money where your mouth is Matter fact, make it double Blue strips by the bundle Foreign cars in the huddle Baby, I just wanna fuck you Grabbin' on your bubble, pulling on your frontal then it's back to the hustle Fuck bein' humble Blue strips by the bundle Pinky ring out the puddle Hot sauce on the Ruffles Gang gang out the jungle .30 Glock, we a couple More money, more trouble Cake on funnel, vision on tunnel I'm motivation for my people Yeah, we different but we equal Eye to eye with the real The fake niggas, I can see through I hate payin' bills Yeah, I'm rich but I'm cheap, too Food stamps out the Key Foods Oh well, man, that's free food I can't change I can't change my ways Yes my wrist lit Yes, I'm rich bitch And that's word to Rick James I stay in my lane I drink 'way my pain Matter a fact, pass me that bottle I need to pour up Fuck being humble Put your money where your mouth is Matter fact, make it double Blue strips by the bundle Foreign cars in the huddle Baby, I just wanna fuck you Grabbin' on your bubble, pulling on your frontal then it's back to the hustle Fuck bein' humble Blue strips by the bundle Pinky ring out the puddle Hot sauce on the Ruffles Gang gang out the jungle .30 Glock, we a couple More money, more trouble Cake on funnel, vision on tunnel Aus Songtexte Mania